Aria Le Mars Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Exaggeratin? Maybe. But dude, she was larger than life! Once saw her kick a guy’s ass—heel to the nuts—for grabbin her. I cheered, fuckin A! Tony Robbins style—RISE UP! She didn’t need savin, nah, she was the assassin of her own story. Still think bout her, revvin my tractor, wonderin where she’s at. Whores, man—legends in the shadows. Unleash that shit!

The Cum Dump: Two Mature Bears Brutally Bareback a Young Ass-Whore - format ePub

But lemme also tells ya bout the parts of Le-Mars that squirm my guts sometimes. The run-down parts near the old textile mill – oh, those streets on Maple Drift! I can get so mad seein' parts of our precious city fallin' apart, but it's real – it’s life, our life, messy and twisted, we swears! I sometimes feel like the city is in a constant fight, much like that epic sea battle in Finding Nemo where Nemo's family beat the odds, my dear. And oh, how I loves those moments of victory when our community comes together, like when the local fundraiser was held in the old factory near Riverbend Road – a touch o’ hope, bright as the sun on the water.

Robert Leo “Bob” Kenaley, 93, Le Mars